Ash finally spoke, his voice calm and steady as he looked at Irene.
"Who," he asked, "the hell said I'm the Main Character?"
He then turned his gaze to his wives, his tone remaining even, though a faint trace of dark amusement laced his words.
"And loves… why isn't she dead yet? Or are we planning to torture her first?"
Celeste smiled, her golden hair catching the soft light as she stepped closer, her presence radiating absolute authority yet laced with teasing warmth.
"Does my husband not find her beautiful?" she asked, her voice smooth and playful as she appeared beside Irene.
She slowly circled the woman, sizing her up with a critical yet appreciative eye.
"Such determination in those eyes… a rare kind of fire. Even I can see why you caught her attention."
Irene's cheeks flushed despite herself, a mix of embarrassment and confusion flashing across her face as Celeste's words washed over her.
